The Temporary Roomie (It Happened in Nashville, #2)

by Sarah Adams

and said if I was going to act like a baby, I might as well dress like one. The forethought she had to put into that insult was astounding.

If a partner doesn’t make you want to blow steam out your nostrils, you better start kicking up a storm of something, or your passion is gonna shrivel up faster than a pickle on a sidewalk in summer.”

But I want something, even if it’s just a word that tells me you’ve officially let me in, that says we are together and gives me the right to adore you like I want to.”